Adults?
"Okay everyone, get up, it's time to roll out," I said to the six people sleeping on toilet paper, "you guys got five minutes to grab whatever you want and get to your cars." They got up and began to stumble around.
"Where are we goin?" Katie asked.
"There's been a change of plans. It turns out Area 51 isn't where we though it is. It's actually in St. Elmo, Illinois," I explained.
"That's only like three hours away," Steph butted in, "why are we getting up this early?"
"I don't know what were going to have to do once we get down there so I wanted to have a full day to do whatever it is we have to do," I said. I turned around and got into my car. Steph and Tom got in with me.
"Here," I said to Matt, "take one and give one to Mel, David, and Katie." I handed him the walkie-talkies and gave one to Steph.
"You're in charge of this," I told her.
"I feel so honored," she said mockingly. We pulled out of the parking lot and within minutes we were on the highway. Then for the first time so far, we saw another car driving on the road. It was going the other way on the highway, but there was no cement median blocking the view. It was a black Mercedes. I honked my horn and waved to him as he got closer, but he didn't respond. He was probably distraught so I thought nothing about it.
Suddenly another car came down the on ramp at us. The weirdest part, it was a black Mercedes. This was getting weird. I looked in my mirror and saw the first Mercedes turning around. Two dark dots began to form up ahead of us. As we got closer I realized what they were, two more black Mercedes.
"Steph," I began, but she was way ahead of me.
"Okay guys," she said into the walkie-talkie, "we got four black Mercedes coming at us; two tailing behind us, two coming at us. All four are traveling at eighty miles an hour. We don't know who they are or what they want. They could be violent or they might want to worship us, who knows. Alls I know is that you better have your weapons ready. Increase speed to ninety miles per hour." We began to speed up in hopes of escaping, but they simply increased their speeds as well. They were going even faster than we were.
Within minutes they were directly behind us. The one on my left sped up and was soon along side me. I looked into the window at the passenger. I almost passed out from shock. The passenger was older, like, adult old.
"Steph, look out your window," I said. She did and was just as shocked as I was.
"They're… they… adults," she stuttered.
"That's not all," I said as I glanced back at the passenger. He was holding a sawed off shotgun, and it was pointed right at me.